A degree of humility goes a long way; A peacock's feather enchants the sojurner.

At first it was a burning desire. She had stolen my heart. Then she stole my peace. Now she is stealing my essences. It is just a burning something now. Just burn; shriveling to ashes. My essence, like some sort to hydrocarbon being used to fuel someone else’s prosperity. As if I was the middle east and imperialists came to ravage the oil deep beneath my surface. The essence of the land.

The burning is of nothing like before. It is hellfire perhaps. The burning of my soul. Or is it the burning of jealousy which consumes me? Are there even any ashes to commemorate my loss? Can these ashes become like a phoenix and rise again to soar to new heights?

Perhaps you are the fire which actually burns. Consuming my heart, then my character, then my peace, and now my essence and my dreams. Why is has this burning become a part of me?

We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?

I view this post in retrospect because last year I actually did create a costume that channeled my “true, Innermost self” and I was planning on wearing it, had it not been for unexpected circumstances. The costume was made mostly of cardboard, spray paint, thumb tacks, duct tape, glue, and a belt. A red throw was used as a cape and a bandana was used as a plume. The costume was that of a Spartan. It exemplified a Spartan way of living. I had only spent $6 on the entire costume after all. However, this true, inner most self which is a Spartan alludes to much more than just that. It alludes to my interests in join the nation guard. It alludes to the fact that I would do anything to protect my family, friends, and my home town. It means that I have the ingenuity and the strength to be a warrior, and that is the true me; Unrelenting, unwavering against the hardships of life.